This semi-final against Lymm will take place on the main pitch (weather dependant) at 11:30am on Saturday 25th March.

Vets Collection

A note from Marie Curie

Just to say a big thank you for the Rugby Club collecting at the Daffodil Street Collection last weekend. The total raised by the team was a whopping £815.62!! So many thanks and well done for such an incredible achievement. The total raised for the two days was a wonderful and amazing £1,524.14!!! This also included The Pipe Band collecting on Saturday and we also had a couple of members of the Rotary Club on Fri/Sat. as well as our usual volunteers. This is a fantastic sum of money to add to our ongoing total. Thanks again for everyone giving up their time to help, it’s much appreciated. Please pass on my very grateful thanks to everyone who took part on the day. I include the individual totals for your info. Glad the day was dry for you all and also my thanks to you for arranging the attendance of the Rugby Club which is much appreciated. The sum of £1,524.14 will provide approx. 76 hours (£20 per hour) of free nursing care to people in their own homes. We couldn’t have done all this without our wonderful volunteers.

When the battle scarred have faded

Poem

When the battle scars have faded
And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.

When the last rucks well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks

Have a good hard look old son!
The melons not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight

You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?

Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?

Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s……?

With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!

Mate – you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!

It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?

Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your dirty low down mates

Then you’d wake up – check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin

Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quasimodo
With a half a thousand bruises!

Yes – an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse Sambuca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!

And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!

From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as rugby
Has been living in your blood

When you dreamt it when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the touchline
But your hearts still in the middle

And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected

If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course

And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again

You see – that’s the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!